On not sucking

My friend (and one-time roomate ) Travis and I went to see Dirty Charley and Andy Martinez play the other night. It is rare that I get out, needless to say. So, Andy has this guy playing guitar with him. Playing guitar really well. Tastefully and not in the way, but not boring, which isn't the easiest thing to pull off when you're only backing up a guy and his acoustic. Rarely do I see people play and think, "Wow, they're really good". So, I struck up a conversation with the guy outside and it turns out he fronts a band. This band. And, no big surprise, their stuff is fantastic. Listen to "Beautiful Storm". I'm always shocked when I find people who are still writing songs and playing them well and have a firm grasp of melody and all the good shit that makes me still believe in music.

I would go see them play if not for the fact that I get up at 6:00AM and their weekly set at Momo's starts at 10:45.

I am a pussy.

( On a moderately related musical note, hard times have forced me to sell my much-beloved Matchless DC30 amp. Production year 1994. That's right, kids, Mark Sampson was still at the helm of Matchless in '94. It's a jewel and I don't want to sell it, but with two cars on the blink something must be done. Spread the word. At $3500, it's a steal )